Most exciting non strip club experiences?
shadowcat
Atlanta suburb
30+ year ago I was returning from Acapulco to Los Angeles. I was already seated in 1st class when Roberto came on board and said "sorry but I have to change your seat assignment". I moved. Still in 1st class. Next thing I know, this voluptuous women is sitting next to me. She was wearing a halter top with a bare mid drift and pants so tight that you could see camel toe. Her two male companions were seated behind us. For the next 3 1/2 hours I enjoyed some pleasant conversation with her and excellent eye candy. Guess who? "Charo". Love you, Bobby.
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San Diego has always been cult central, and that's key to the story here.
I had gone to the airport as I had a week's leave and was getting ready to fly home. I got in line behind a very attractive young blonde. To my surprise, she turned around and asked where I was going. I told her and a very friendly conversation started. Within a few minutes I started pondering the possibilities of a hotel room and a delayed flight home. Suddenly, she asked:"Would you like to donate to the Hare Krishnas?"
I realized then that I had been had. Angry, because of the then overwhelming presence of Krishnas everywhere, I told the girl:"You have ten seconds to get out of my sight, or I will be violent."
She looked at me with disbelief. I added:"Think I'm kidding, ten, nine, eight..."
She ran and the guy behind me in line smiled and rolled his eyes.
It was 1971 and I was ten years old. We were living in Los Angeles and the Manson trial had recently wrapped up. We lived about a mile from the beach and it wasn't uncommon for me to walk down to the beach alone.
One day, while walking back home, this attractive teen in a convertible VW Beetle pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride home. She looked harmless enough, so I accepted. We exchanged pleasantries and then she asked if I would like to visit her commune. I asked her what that was. She told me some families lived there and that they spent most of the day in the nude. Every night, she explained, they sat in a circle and touched each other.
Talk about alarm bells going off. I told her:"Here's my stop" and I bailed from her Beetle as it was rolling to a stop.
I rode with some guy from Beirut into traffic routinely when I was in college. He said where he was from, they didn't have any speed limits. He was trying to scare me with his driving. He finally succeeded when he had the car we were in up on two wheels with screeching tires going down an exit ramp at high speed. Of course for him that wasn't anything too unusual. He said he had caused over 5 accidents but he wasn't in them. That's enough I think.
Anyway, a friend and I decided to climb Battleship Rock in the Jemez Wilderness in New Mexico. It's 1,200 feet straight up. We started early, and packed a lunch, knowing we would reach the top about lunch time. We also climbed without equipment as we were both quite experienced by then.
After lunch we were making our descent. I had gone down about 200 feet when I lost three points of contact. I was hanging by my right hand. Suddenly, my fear of heights kicked in.
I was hyperventilating. That survivor part of myself kicked in, telling me if I continued to hyperventilate, that this would be the end. So, I got my breathing under control. I started re-establishing my points of contact. When I had all four, I heard a noise from below. It was a Park Ranger with a bullhorn, ordering us down.
"NO SHIT ASSHOLE" I yelled down, "What do you think I'm trying to do?"
He stuck around a few minutes, after seeing it was going to take another hour or so to finish our descent, he left. We were never ticketed, although we found out later we could've been for doing that.
What I found most interesting, in our talks, is she was rather lonely, it seemed. The females pretty much shunned her as very difficult competition, and guys were to intimidated to ask her out. Personally, I think it was just that in our small town and her as an Air Force "brat", well, that just didn't fly (pun intended).